She moves away beckoning. CONN sighs and
stirs. CoNNLA makes to go but is held back.
He puts his hand to his head in perplexity,
and feeling the crown, sets it where it Was at
first.
PRINCESS (commanding). Connla! (He tarns towards
her.)
PRINCESS (entreating). Come!
He approaches her with outstretched arms. She
disappears.
CONN (awake). Connla, my son, where art thou?
CoNNLA (stopping). I am here.
CoNN. Thou art a voice that comes from anywhere
Across a moonlit lake. Thou standest far.
Come near. 1 am beset by troublous dreams
And have sore need of comfort,
CONNLA, Nay, dream on,
Lest thou shouldst wake to troubles never
dreamed.
CONN. What troubles? Am not I the hundred-
fighter,
High King of Ireland? I have strength to break
The iron stroke of war; and now, when peace
Lays a white hand upon the brow of Eire,
What need have I for fear, save in my
dreams?
Why dost thou stand afar? Why dost thou gaze
Like watchers by the sea?
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